Amici Mooring Ball
We finally untied the
lines from the Branford Yacht Club and moved up the Connecticut coast…although
not very far. Our friends have a mooring ball in the Thimble Islands, which is
only five miles away. Not a long day, but it did feel nice to be back on the
water. We picked up their mooring ball and then lowered the dinghy and explored
the islands and the little town of Stony Creek. This evening Ted picked us up
at the dinghy dock and we spent the evening enjoying Ted and Sally’s company
along with their friends Nol and Robin.
Whether it was a hurricane
of monumental proportions or just some heavy current, a little piece of Maine
happened to wash upon the Connecticut shore some years ago...the Thimble Islands.
Like a message in a bottle that lands upon a beach, each of the 33 inhabited
islands, both large and small, have a story to tell. President Taft had a summer
cottage here and legend tells that Captain Kid hid his treasuries on one of the
islands.
The Thimble Islands is an
archipelago consisting of small islands in Long Island Sound, located in and
around the harbor of Stony Creek in the southeast corner of Branford,
Connecticut. They may look like Maine, but they are made up of Stony Creek pink
granite bedrock that was once the tops of hills prior to the last ice age. Their
name derives from the thimbleberry, a type of black raspberry that used to grow
in abundance on the islands.
There are 90 or so homes
scattered over the 33 inhabited Thimbles, from a 27-room Tudor-style mansion
built in 1902 to small summer bungalows. All the islands are privately owned. These
islands may look like Maine, we haven’t seen that coast yet, but they remind me
of the Thousand Islands in the St. Lawrence River, that we visited last summer.
The Pearl on the Amici mooring ball
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